Saturday, March 1, 2008

Oh saddness...I was a bazzillion miles away on your special baby day!But don't worry I was still there...or at least here...thinking of you there hoping that you felt loved as you opened tiny Ellen treats and feasted on delicious sweets and shared this special day with those who love you the most. (except me that is!)

So in honor of Ellen and our collective "SILLINESS" here's an ode to your little toot:

Friday, January 18, 2008

So this is what happened...I went into our photo files to grab some pictures and publish a post to catch you all up on our Christmas, New Years and good ole' Hawaii happenings BUT true to my procrastinating self, I found this photo and forgot about my mission. I need Jason...the secret of our blog's existence is my husband! He's amazing and has done about 99.999% of the posting. What have I done you ask? Changed the color and promised to put up a post. Well, I actually have changed the colors on this blog a bazzillion times and as for putting up a post...hmm, instead I've changed the color in a photo we've already posted or played around with photos on our computer that have nothing to do with the post in need.

Why did I put up this picture?...well, so you'd have something new to look at while I admit my failures and beg my husband to unearth this blog from the pile of posts it should have!

So hug your husbands, hug your friends, family and even the dog because, you can run but you can't hide from the fact that you need others! (or at least I do!)

Saturday, January 12, 2008

I know it has been forever since we've put up a post. Our Mac decided to crash a couple of times and give those Mac geniuses a bit of a headache but now it's back better than ever and I don't know where to even begin.

So instead of starting at a logical point I decided to share with you these moments in time.

I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. (Being unemployed will do that to a girl.) One of my ponderings was about my future and what it would be. As most of you know I've loved photography since...well, since I can remember (thanks to the artistic abilities of my parents and watching my dad photograph and teach me how to use his Nikon). The catch is that the style of photography I want to do is artist/editorial pieces. I believe God gives us "eyes" to see different things and those things that touch our hearts turn into passions. I know many photographers have a passion to capture a wedding day or a portrait of a family or take photos of stock products etc. In fact, our wedding photographers, Jenny and James of Visio Photography are inspiring because they are doing exactly what they believe called to do...they have a passion to be more than just photographers but to also bring meaning deeper than just the day to the beginning of two people's lives together. I love that!

I love that but I don't feel that passion. So in the process of years of thinking, observing and praying about how my life can be more than just my life, I've discovered the story. Have you seen pictures that seem to tell a story, they capture a moment in time and seem to begin a story... That's what I want to do! That's my passion... to observe the moment and help tell the story through art. So now that I have known what I feel a desire to do, it's time to share. I have crates full of slides and files full of memory that I keep collecting... just collecting.

The thing about the arts is they are scary - terrifying in fact! You can dream about it all you want but when it really comes down to it, art is meant to be shared. And that my friends is the terrifying part (at least for a procrastinating/perfectionist like yours truly.)

So I decided (as I was sitting, wondering about my life) that this was it...time for photography therapy...time to share some shots with you, all of you and finally get over the fact that you may hate it or you may think it's not even worth a second look (and for those that totally missed it...scroll up a bit on your screen) or finally, some might love it like I do.

I took these shots a couple weeks ago at the Triple Crownon the north shore. Not what you would think of as surfing competition shots? No, but I loved the moment : calm before the salty storm.

Love it / hate it , either way I wanted to start sharing with you... and maybe I'll become brave again and share some more (without the long commentary next time - I promise).

WHY THE TITLE "BUTT PRINTS"?

It's a parody of the poem "Foot Prints in the Sand". God only carries us so far before He puts us down and we end up landing on our butts. Not that He leaves us but we sometimes need to experience hardships to make us stronger, smarter, passionate about His grace, and most importantly trust in Him (a.k.a. FAITH). This is extremely true at this point in our lives. He has turned our lives upside down...and we are living a new adventure.